Bleeding Hearts: Book One of the Demimonde by Ash Krafton

Author:Ash Krafton [Krafton, Ash]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-12T06:00:00+00:00

"Hello, Rodrian." Marek greeted him, without taking his eyes from mine. His power felt tight and urgent and I had the sinking feeling the night would shortly be heading downhill.

"Marek, Sophie." Rodrian gave me a smile but it disappeared quickly. He leaned toward his brother and spoke in low, urgent tones. "His men are here, Marek."

Marek lowered his eyes and pressed his lips together. His sullen expression matched his deep exhale as he released my hand and sat back in his chair. "Most inconvenient, brother."

"I did not invite them."

Waving a hand, Marek pushed his chair back and faced him. "I didn't mean to imply you did. So. They are here. Why?"

"They wish to speak with you."

"I figured as much." Marek rubbed his brow and frowned apologetically. "They won't take no for an answer, I suppose?"

Rodrian swiped his hair back and shifted his weight. "Short of staking them, I don't know how else to persuade them to leave."

"Well, then, I suppose we talk." Marek stood and tugged his cuffs down. "I'm sorry, Sophie. It won't take long. Why don't you wait upstairs in the club?"

The second we walked into Dark Gardens, that invisible spotlight blared down on me again. All of a sudden I felt exposed, as if everyone was watching me, waiting for me to be left unguarded.

Marek deposited me in a booth, an unhappy look on his face. "On second thought, I don't like leaving you alone here."

I didn't like it either. I felt like an item on the menu. However, I didn't want to look like a puny human in front of Rodrian and the Beefcake Brute Squad.

"It's okay, Marek," I lied. "I'm a big girl. I survived this long without you, haven't I?"

His scowl indicated he emphatically disagreed.

Rodrian cleared his throat, urging him along. "Mark her, Marek, and come on."

I didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean, 'mark me'? You're not going to, ew! Like, pee on me, or something?"

The scowl became disgust. "Certainly not. We are not dogs. That type of behavior is for animals."

"Now you did it," said Rodrian. "If we weren't in such a hurry, this could've gotten interesting. I love it when Marek goes anti-Were."

"You have to explain that, too, Marek. But not right now." I added the last part in a hurry, catching the impatient glance Rodrian passed at me. "Mark me or whatever, as long as it doesn't hurt, and go."

Marek regarded me pensively and rubbed his jaw. I watched his hand, imagining the mist of stubble against my own skin. He stretched down, caressing my neck and shoulders, stroking my hair aside to reveal the bare skin.

The touch sent shivers cascading downward like a shower of sparks and I almost forgot we were surrounded by so many people. The sense of being watched diminished. The room and crowd fell away, leaving us alone in the sensation. I wondered what passed through his mind, knowing my own thoughts would be plain upon my face.

I gazed up at him expectantly, waiting for him to mark me, completely trusting him not to hurt me.

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